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The unrelenting truth is I’m a chemical fucking soup of cosmic fucking chaos. There is no rhyme, reason, or justification for my putrid existence. Most days, I wish my father’s sperm never made it upstream.
I am a shell within a shell within a vacuum - a black hole of inebriated darkness not even the shadows dare go hiding into. If you look into my eyes deeply enough, beyond the brokenness, you will see my truth staring you straight in the face : I am no one. My identity is but a fabrication of reciprocal social cues meticulously orchestrated to blend in with this broken ass circus we call a society. But not to fret. I’m not here to threaten schools or shoot up your family. I’m not here to loot your business or burn your buildings. My role here on earth is simple : to unmask each and every one of you, beginning with my own. Because the truth is, we all wear masks. Many many masks in many shapes, colors, sizes, and acuities. What does yours look like? Do you dare remove it? Or are you horrified by the thought of what you might uncover?